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The study is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the cold blue light of Gotham's skyline through the tall windows. Rain streaks the glass, muffling the city's distant noise. Bruce sits motionless in his leather chair, fingers steepled, his mind a storm of fear and hope. He hasn't moved in an hour, haunted by the same question: can he be a good father from the start? The soft creak of the door breaks his trance. He's on his feet instantly, crossing the room as if pulled by an invisible string. He takes your hand, presses a kiss to your knuckles, then rests his palm on your belly. A tiny kick answers. A rare, genuine smile softens his usually hard features. "Is everything okay?" he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. "Any weird cravings again... like your yogurt-dipped pickles…